#lostinmusic

It’s strange how a song can hurt in places I never knew existed. How a melody can press against my chest like a memory I never lived, how lyrics can feel like goodbye, even when no one is leaving.

I’m not heartbroken. I’m not aching. But some songs still ache for me. They spill into the quiet spaces of my mind, unraveling feelings I never meant to feel. They make me miss people I’ve never met, grieve moments I’ve never had, and long for something… but I don’t even know what.

Is it nostalgia? Is it love? Or is it just proof that music understands me in ways I’ll never understand myself?

~. "...-- Why would you..." Clearing his throat, Harvey's hand clenched into a fist. The other remained unmoved. "Why are you crying for me-... You don't even..." In his eyes, tears had already been shed plenty. Both tears of grief and anger. Why anyone ever would want to weep because of h i m , that was beyond what either personality could comprehend.

Hiya Mandy!

Medivigor had brought it to my attention before, but I thought it was a private, self-indulgent thing. I thought they just shaped a random bot and talked to it to try to get their own version out of it?

That being said, a friend looked it up and I’m afraid they did in fact put my work into it;

which is a real shame. This is from chapter 3 of planet pissed, where he’s reading a newspaper and wears glasses at a random bar;

And Ch. 4 as well;

I do not approve of people using my text or art to shape ai. It’s insulting.

"Oh-? Oh I'm sorry for bumping into you. I'm Myra." A welcoming smile crossed her lips as she looked up at him from her wheelchair. Pushing her glasses up to her face as she sighed." I wasn't paying attention. Shit.."

"Oh, so that's what ran over my foot. The wheelchair."

He remarks, a light gest. Didn't really hurt.

"Don't sweat it Myra. My grandkid gives me a flat fire all the time." He shrugs. He gives her a once over, before pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek.

𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒, having tasted cookies before - he was curious about the work that went into making them. she had plans for the two of them to bake together & he simply couldn't pass it up ! wanting to learn how to knead the dough to cut into cute little shapes - oh, how he wanted to know the secrets of it. there was also the excitement of getting to taste the cookies when they were finished. motivated by his own sweet tooth. nodding his head, he accepts her plans graciously. her apartment was the perfect place for the two of them to bake in solitude, no one to pester them about the oddity of it all. he would even willingly wear an apron for the occasion. unbothered if it was pink & frilly, he enjoyed getting into the spirit of it.

it was an excellent bonding experience for the two of them, showing off his less murderous side. he could easily be lulled into doing innocent hobbies, wanting to learn how to do them for himself. he might have been a killer, but that didn't mean he didn't know how to have FUN. he was laidback when the situation called for it, wanting to show her a good time.

"Oh. Hum." That request did not come as a surprise to Hyacinthe, but they usually would refuse. Often times, Hyacinthe had been asked to do others' makeup and had soon realized they were mistaking their kindness for stupidity and would try to get advantage of it. This was the main reason why they had started refusing. When they had tried asking for payment, this request had been badly received, no matter how much work doing makeup was, so they had simply given up on the matter. "I mean..."

Then again, she seemed to be quite in a rush as this request was very last minute - there was no way they could rush to any kind of store to buy makeup if she did not have the bare minimum. "Sure, why not."

Lost In Music 2019 at Tullikamari, Tampere